Edwin Arlington Robinson

(22 December 1869 – 6 April 1935 / Maine / United States)

Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems

161. Amaryllis 1/3/2003
162. Reuben Bright 1/3/2003
163. Ballad Of A Ship 1/3/2003
164. Ballad Of Broken Flutes 1/3/2003
165. Ballad By The Fire 1/3/2003
166. Eros Turannos 1/3/2003
167. Ballad Of Dead Friends 1/3/2003
168. Afterthoughts 1/3/2003
169. Miniver Cheevy 1/3/2003
170. Another Dark Lady 1/3/2003
171. An Old Story 1/3/2003
172. The House On The Hill 1/3/2003
173. Mr. Flood's Party 1/3/2003
174. A Happy Man 1/3/2003
175. Richard Cory 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Edwin Arlington Robinson

Richard Cory

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went ...

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Twilight Song

Through the shine, through the rain
We have shared the day’s load;
To the old march again
We have tramped the long road;
We have laughed, we have cried,
And we’ve tossed the King’s crown;
We have fought, we have died,
And we’ve trod the day down.
So it’s lift the old song

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